| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | The Sundial of Armoy (1847) (Selected Lyrics). IV. Faith Confirmed by Sense | | By Richard Mant (17761848) |
| | | O COME the day, the dark to brighten, | |
| When, breaking on the distant view, | |
| What faith believes shall sense enlighten, | |
| And prove it true. | |
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| O come the day, in thought expected, | 5 |
| By tongue proclaimd, when saints shall meet, | |
| (Be mine such bliss) by God perfected, | |
| In Gods own seat. | |
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| Such bliss for Him, O God most holy, | |
| Whose gift and attribute it is, | 10 |
| To cheer the meek, exalt the lowly, | |
| And mark for His: | |
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| Such bliss be mine, all-righteous Father, | |
| All worthless I, save for His name, | |
| Who comes His purchased flock to gather, | 15 |
| His own to claim. | |
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| Then be it mine, in glory seated, | |
| Till time, and time, and times be old, | |
| At length to feel in truth completed | |
| The bliss foretold! | 20 |
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| Suffice it now, by His high pleasure, | |
| To hold the course He bids, and strain | |
| The race to run, the mark to measure, | |
| The prize to gain; | |
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| Still on his bannerd sign attending, | 25 |
| Still led and shielded by His might, | |
| Till, like yon sun, at eve descending, | |
| I sink in night: | |
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| Yet not of time to come unheeding, | |
| When night shall fly the dawn divine, | 30 |
| And the true Light, no night succeeding, | |
| Self-radiant shine. | | | | |
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